Bold
Sometimes the reasons I cry
is for someone to understand why
I’ve been through life
As has everyone else
Seems that things create their own reality
for substance of the mind
Scaring my heart for none reality
but faith and creation of lumps of pain
Seeking release of absence
Reaching out to nothing
Hoping to feel a touch of something
For as you leave
the ground becomes unstable
Crying out to words of height
Leaving the sound of sight
Coming down beneath the cloud
Living in a world of doubt
Seeking for the light
As has everyone else
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